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==General Information==
==General Information==

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  • (Posted 2021-01-22)  CPDL #62476:         
Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2021-01-22).   Score information: A4, 7 pages, 104 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: O God our help
Composer: Ernest A. Dicks
Lyricist: Isaac Watts

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredAnthem

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

First published: 1914

Description: Source Banks and Sons. Number 590

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Original text and translations

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O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come,
our shelter from the stormy blast,
and our eternal home:

Beneath the shadow of thy throne,
thy saints have dwelt secure;
sufficient is thine arm alone,
and our defence is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
or earth received her frame,
from everlasting thou art God,
to endless years the same.

A thousand ages in thy sight
are like an evening gone;
short as the watch that ends the night
before the rising sun.

Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
bears all its sons away;
they fly, forgotten, as a dream
dies at the opening day.

O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come,
be thou our guide while troubles last,
and our eternal home.
Amen.